I Refuse To Suffer!

Do not make the cross ready on the gallows of sufferings, The soul is unwilling to bear any agonizing pain not even ready to surrender the last fertile seed of life; In the pitch dark some stars glow, after the last storm the first bud is ready to bloom, Life's lil fountain keeps some flow though in the phase of still-birth, Some sparks are tingling bright inside, Some forgotten desires still exist, Some shreds of joy are still not dead, Let not hope extinguish clean See! The sun resurrecting after the dark crucifixion of the last long night followed by a bounteous downpour of Blessings Divine for sure, when He does not forget to nourish the slightest visible vein in the leaf of some forgotten tree How can I be left deserted? I lay my hand on string of desires and beads of prayers... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I refuse to suffer! ! !